Attack of the bots?

It was a completely miserable day today. Almost constant rain and not very cold. I managed to get drenched on my way back from the ICA. Of course, I still needed my halfway sit down break of course, and figured I’d sit on the bench under the tree for some scant shelter, forgetting what season it was.

The final few leaves provided no shelter whatsoever. And, actually, I think the rain knocked them off shortly after I left.

It was while I was sitting on the bench, recovering, that one of the gardeners walked by, picking up spent candles left over from All Saints Day. She is one of those local people that I regularly see but have no idea who she is.

Anyway, she made some comment about the rain which I smiled at. This was the correct response as we exchanged looks that said, “What can you do?“

She then said, “Det finns inget dåligt väder, bara dåliga kläder.“

I was firmly ensconced in raincoat and hood, the riverlets streaming off me, harmlessly to the ground. I understood her completely and responded with a smile and a hearty, “Absolut!“

By the time I reached home, I was pretty well soaked through. In fact, I was so wet that Freya wanted nothing to do with me until after I’d dried off and changed my clothes. Freya hates the rain, even when it’s second hand.

Emma, of course, greets me enthusiastically, regardless of how damp I am.

The rest of the day was, almost, exclusively spent inside the house, preparing things for the return of my wife who spent the afternoon gallivanting around the waterways of Copenhagen following my recommendation of the Stromma tour I took last month. She thoroughly enjoyed it.

So, statistically, things seem to have returned to normal. I only had seven views of the blog today. Sadly, that’s pretty much normal. I guess it was an attack of the bots which found nothing of interest and gave up pursuing.

More surprising, while working in the kitchen today, I had the radio on and discovered that there is a distinctive key change in Ravel’s Bolero. Right near the end. Just like a Eurovision entry. Does that explain the popularity rather than the sexy thing?

It definitely surprised me.